Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Hans thought the last time they were unsuccessful because they were short handed and ill– equipped.

This time, with more than twenty of them, he didn’t think that this women could still handle them.

Flora didn’t waste words with him. Picking up the metal rod from the ground, she swung it towards Hons with all her might.

She remembered where Dane’s injuries were and aimed the rod at the exact same spots on Hans.

“Damn! Bitch!” Caught off guard, Hans took a blow to the shoulder and immediately dropped to one knee on the ground. The searing pain in his shoulder drove him to the edge of reason.

“What are you waiting for? Get her

“Yes!”

A gang of underlings armed with knives and metal rods charged at Flora

“Flora!”

Alex and the others screamed, eager to rush to her aid, but in the next second, a figure flew out.

Flora kicked bane out of the way.

“Just stand there and watch!” Her vorce was cold, like an arrow slicing through the air, tearing a rift in the atmosphere.

Flora was truly furious. Her strikes were merciless and heavy.

“Shit!”

A blow to her back sent Flom stumbling forward. She took a couple of steps before regaining her balance. Her grip on the rod turned white, the comers of her angry eyes lifted, her gaze, bloodshot, sweeping over each ferocious face.

“Now I’m mad

“Ha ha ha ha!“.

“Hans, look at how arrogant this chick is! She’s asking for it.”

“Grab her. Later, I make her beg for mercy beneath me.”

Hearing their vulganties, a deadly aura flickered in Flora’s eyes. The power that had been sealed within her erupted at that moment.

She flipped the metal rod from the ground into her hand. Her movements were like lightning as she darted towards them.

The gang was taken aback. Before they could even see clearly how she moved, their bellies, feet, and various body parts were all struck. In a blink of an eye, they were all down on the ground.

Hans watched Flora in shock and disbelief. How had this woman changed so drastically?

Initially, she was all brute strength, but now, her agility and technique were peerless. Not even professional mercenaries moved like her.

The store was filled with screams, and in a moment, the gang lay defeated on the ground, unable to get up.

Silence.

Dead silence,

Dane stared at Flora in disbelief, forgetting his own pain.

“Flora, she… damn!”

Alex swallowed hard, his mind in turmoil. If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn’t have believed that the woman who had just slaughtered her way through was Flora.

Flora played with the iron rod, squatting slightly and staring at Hans, whose skull was cracked. “I didn’t want to bother with you after last time, but you just had to ask for it. Haven’t you had enough of prison?”

“Listen, we’ve checked your background. You come from a wealthy, prestigious family, cough cough…”

Writhing in pain, Hans‘ body felt like it was shattered. Speaking moved his muscles, causing unbearable pain.

He gasped for air, looking up at Flora crouching before him, and laughed coldly. “But you can’t meddle in our affairs. I’ll admit defeat. I can’t handle you But Dane… cough cough! He won’t get away.

Hearing this, Flora’s casual demeanor disappeared. She stomped hard on his injured shoulder.

“Flora, let it go.” Dane stepped forward. His injudes made his steps falter.

He had always wanted to keep Alex and Flora out of this because of exactly this reason.

These affairs weren’t so simple. Once you mess with these people, they cling like a burr, impossible to shake off.

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Just then, someone with sharp eyes shouted out in joy at the sight of an appmaching group. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Baker!”

“Baker!”

Their joyful shouts contrasted with the dread on Dane and Alex’s faces upon seeing the group approach

Baker was the boss of this area, and everyone listened to him. His arrival mode things even more complicated.

Hans was overjoyed, “Baker, we’re here!”

After his excited shout, he tumed to Flora with malicious glee and smugness, “Chick, you’re done for now.”

In the minds of these thugs, Baker was basically a god.

By the age of ten, Baker had taken over Cedarvale’s trade, his methods ruthless and chilling

Hans and Baker didn’t really have a close relationship, but Hans was considered one of his, and being beaten up here meant Baker would surely intervene.

Baker, approaching with heavy steps, had a grim expression. His expression turned even more gloomier

It was clear he was furing. When Baker got angry, things were serious.

Dane and Alex instinctively stood in front of Flora. They knew Flora could fight, but the situation had escalated beyond simple fisticuffs. These were people they couldn’t afford to provoke

“Baker! It’s her! This woman is the one who did this to us.” Hans boasted triumphantly, unaware that Baker’s expression was growing darker by the second.

“Help us teach her a lesson–ah!”

Hans let out a scream of agony. Baker’s foot came down hard on his abdomen.

“Shut up!”

The crowd was stunned. This was not what they had expected.

What shocked them even more was yet to come. They watched as Baker, a figure almost mythical in stature, bent down and bowed deeply to Flora.

It’s a ninety–degree bow.

“Flora, I’m sorry, I failed to control them, causing you trouble.”